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Subject: {ASSM} Bi High 3 ch.4 by Rebecca Stancil (mmf, romance, teen)
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Bi High Book 3
by High School Sweetheart

Part 04


We'd found a book called "Backpacking New York City" at the bus
station in Albany, which was a small one. It had been like four in the
morning or something, but a little shop had been open and we'd found
that book in a spinning bookrack near the register. It was basically
for college kids who were looking for cheap food, cheap lodging, and
cheap thrills while they visited the city. It was perfect for us and
we'd used it to find our way to a hostel, which was a word I'd never
even heard of before. I just figured the book had misspelled hotel,
you know, like a hundred times. But they hadn't, and the place was
cheap and clean enough, and the guy running the hostel didn't even bat
an eye when we told him we all wanted to stay in the same room; and
just one bed? Perfect.

He thought we were from Holland at first, since I guess we had funny
accents or something, and he'd wanted to see our passports. I didn't
even have a driver's license though, so I showed him my library card
and he got a good laugh out of that. I didn't know if I should have
been embarrassed or not, so I just smiled prettily and he gave us a
room for twenty-six dollars a night and even knocked off ten percent
when we told him we could pay cash for five nights in advance. He
liked cash a lot, I guess, and even though it used up a lot of our
money right away, we figured at least we'd have a home for a few days.

The hostel, called the New Berlin for some reason, was in Greenwich
Village, which hadn't been all that hard to get to, since we had that
handy book. We took the subway, which was pretty fun but super crowded
since it was like seven in the morning by then. We'd had some
breakfast at the bus station, in a little restaurant there and I think
that was because we were just a bit nervous and wanted to think about
it before we actually hit the streets. We only got lost once when we
sort of missed a stop, but that was okay. I bet a lot of people get
lost in a big city like that, especially new people like us.

We'd picked the New Berlin mostly cause it was in Greenwich and the
book said everybody had to go there because it was the coolest place
in New York. So we figured if we had to go there, well, we might as
well stay there, right? It's in Manhatten anyway, and so that was
pretty cool all by itself. Like who wouldn't want to go there? I
didn't know much about New York, but I'd heard of Manhatten for sure.

We'd walked to the hostel, since it wasn't far from the train station
where we got off. And while a lot of people were staring at me, and I
did feel pretty self-conscious walking around in my cheerleading
outfit, I was busy staring at the buildings. I swear, if Mark and
Chris hadn't been holding my hands and leading me around, I would have
gotten run over probably. Or at least bumped into a lot of people. I
just couldn't stop looking up and we weren't even where the really
tall buildings were, they were like a mile or two up the street, but
they were still so tall it was amazing! I just wished the World Trade
Center buildings were still there, but I know everybody wishes that,
and it made me pretty sad knowing I'd never see those except in
pictures and movies.

So, we got our room and it was so cool, all of it, that I pretty much
forgot to be homesick. I mean, I was running away with my two
boyfriends, and now sharing a room with them, a bed and a little
bathroom, and nobody was going to bother us. We could do whatever we
wanted for the first time in our lives. Of course, the first thing we
wanted to do was go to bed. We were really tired, for one thing, but
we weren't going to sleep right away, either. I could count on one
hand the times I'd actually had sex with both of my boyfriends in a
real bed, and still have a thumb left over, so this was like heaven.

And now it was four days later, Sunday morning, and I'd woken up in
that room, in that city, and part of me really sort of wished I'd
opened my eyes and seen my own bedroom back home. I could have
stretched and smiled and thought to myself that I'd just had the
weirdest dream ever and I'd want to remember it so I could tell Mark
and Chris, but I'd forget, the way I always did. That would be okay
though, because even though I wouldn't be the Homecoming Queen, I
wouldn't have been raped either. Yeah, if only it had all been a
dream.

Another part of me though, maybe the bad girl part, cause I new I had
one, she was thinking it was pretty nice running away from home. I was
grown up now, a real woman and sharing my bed with Mark and Chris.
We'd had sex that first day, both of them with me, and then we'd
fallen asleep. We didn't have to pretend anything anymore. Mark and
Chris could be in love, I could kiss them whenever I wanted, and we
could just have fun and be in love and do all the stuff we couldn't
ever do back in Iroquois County. That wasn't a terrible thing to wake
up to either, except for all the little things...Like we were high
school drop-out runaways without jobs or friends or anything.

That was a little scary.

But the truth was that we knew we weren't going to be there that long.
How could we be? We weren't running away from our homes, we were just
running away from some trouble which wasn't really ours in the first
place. Once our parents sorted the problem out, we'd go back home and
doubtless face an orchestra full of music. I didn't even want to think
about the questions I'd have to answer about stuff like my birth
control pills. For the moment though, we were more like on a little
vacation than anything else. We were young and free and I'd probably
end up grounded for the rest of my life when I went home, so I was
going to do as much as I could before then.

I don't know if Mark felt the same way or not, since he really did
feel a need to take care of me. My need was more like I wanted to have
fun. Chris, what was going to happen with him? That was the big
question mark for us. We just didn't know what was going to happen.
For all we knew his mom and dad could get arrested. If we could come
home again, it would mean someone somewhere had figured out what was
going on, and that wouldn't be too good for Georgie and his wife, and
so it wouldn't be too good for Chris either. We hadn't talked about it
yet, but it was there waiting like a bad dream.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Whew! I feel better!" I giggled as I dried myself off and Mark was
frowning.

"Don't get the towel all wet!" he said.

"How am I not gonna get it wet?" I stuck out my tongue at him. "I
gotta dry my hair."

"Yeah, but..." Mark was standing in the shower, soaking wet and just
sort of brushing water off himself.

"You think I should cut my hair?" I wiped the mirror, which was just a
little fogged. "Would I look good with short hair?"

"No, don't cut your hair," Mark told me seriously. "I love your hair."

"Really?" I paused and looked at him because I didn't know that.

"Yeah, seriously," Mark nodded and we both looked at each other for
about ten seconds and then we laughed.

"Okay," I shrugged. "I guess I won't cut my hair then."

"Good," Mark finally got the towel away from me, but he was almost dry
anyway.

"What about Chrissy?" I asked Mark.

I was checking out my face in the mirror and we'd been eating so much
junk food I was getting a little worried about pimples. I didn't get
one very often, but when I did I totally hated it. I heard some people
never got any, but I found that hard to believe. Then again, I'd never
seen Chris get one, but I hadn't known him that long either, so it
didn't mean anything. Mark had a bunch of pimples when he fifteen, but
I think he just matured so fast that he zipped through puberty like it
was a week long or something. He didn't get hardly any now.

"He can't cut his hair either," Mark said matter of factly and I
giggled.

"He can't?" I was looking at Mark's reflection in the mirror.

"Nope, I won't let him," Mark said. "He's seriously sexy with his hair
just like it is."

"Yeah," I had to agree with that.

"Sometimes I wish he was a girl," Mark said and that made me blink. "I
mean, I love him as a boy and everything, but..." Mark shrugged. "...I
dunno."

"He's afraid you think he's girly," I turned around so I could face
Mark directly. "You don't say that to him, do you?"

"What?" Mark frowned at me. "No, of course not and I don't mean it
like he seems like a girl, I just mean...Uh, well, he seems like a girl,
I guess. Sometimes."

"So he does and he doesn't? What?" I stared at Mark and I'd never
known him to be confused about anything.

"Chris is a guy, yeah," Mark said, like he was talking to both himself
and me, trying to reason it out. "But when we're together, he's
Chrissy, you know? And he just..."

Mark couldn't find the right words and it was frustrating him. He
sighed and shrugged.

"He feels like I do?" I offered, thinking maybe I almost understood.
"I mean when you're with me, it feels the same as..."

"With him, yeah, like that," Mark smiled and nodded. "He feels like
you do to me. That's pretty dumb, huh?"

"No," I made a face. "Not at all, I understand."

"You do?" Mark looked a little surprised.

"Of course," I giggled. "So does Chris, believe me. He knows he's not
like you."

"Yeah," Mark had finished drying himself and we just kind of stood
there.

"But he's definitely not a girl," I said.

"Yeah, I know," Mark smiled. "He'd be a good one though, wouldn't he?"

"Maybe," I shrugged. "But he's better as a boy."

"Yeah," Mark sucked his lips for a moment. "He is. I really love him."

"I know," I said and this was real serious all of a sudden, but I
wasn't sure why. "I love him too."

"I mean, I...Sometimes I don't say it when I want to," Mark looked down
for a second. "I don't want to hurt you."

"What?" I rolled my eyes. "I know you love him. I want you too, okay?
You won't hurt me."

"Are you sure?" Mark asked me. "I love you both so much, sometimes I
can't tell you apart. Inside, I mean. I just..."

"Mark," I sighed, "would you leave me for him?"

"What?" he blinked at me. "No, of course not."

"Would you leave him for me?" I asked and he frowned.

"I don't know, I'd..." he started and touched his lips with my fingers.

"No, you wouldn't," I said seriously. "That's why you can't tell us
apart."

"Steph," Mark had his eyes closed and I stepped close enough to kiss
his chest, his big strong heart.

"You know what that means?" I asked him softly, looking up and forcing
him to open his eyes and see me.

"What?" he breathed.

"It means you have to marry us both," I smiled. "Cause me and Chris
already decided were not gonna let you go."

"You did?" he was smiling again, finally. "When did you guys decide
that?"

"When I was getting my pills," I shrugged. "I don't know what's wrong
with you guys. He was more worried than you are."

"Why?" Mark had his arms around me, still holding his forgotten towel.

"I dunno," I giggled. "But I like watching you with him, okay? It
makes us complete."

"He looks good with you too," Mark sighed and then we were kissing and
our little crisis was over. Silly boys.

"Well, I'm glad we got that straightened out." I laughed a few seconds
later and Mark just made a face and let me go.

"Hey" Mark was getting dressed and so was I, except I was mostly
eating a donut too, since Chris was nice enough to leave them for us.

"Hey what?" I stopped chewing.

"In the shower, you said something about, um..." Mark was all full of
strange thoughts today.

"About what?" I took another bite.

"...Getting pregnant," Mark was smiling at me. "What was that about?"

"Oh," I giggled and maybe blushed a little, but I wasn't really shy
about it. "I just like it, sometimes," I shrugged. "I like to think
about having your baby."

"Really?" Mark looked so innocent suddenly, like a little boy and I
stared at him.

"Yeah, I can't wait," I felt soft inside. "We're gonna have kids,
right?"

"I never...Yeah," Mark smiled. "Wow."

"Wow?" I giggled.

"Yeah, I just..." Mark looked like something soft and heavy had just
landed on his head. "...Okay. Yeah."

"After we're married though," I drank some milk. "Or my dad will kill
us."

"Oh sure, right," Mark agreed.

"And I want to have Chris' babies too, a lot of them," I said. "Like a
dozen, yours and his. Ours."

"A dozen kids?" Mark laughed.

"Sure. What's wrong with that?" I stuck out my tongue a little. "How
many do you want?"

"Ummm..." Mark scratched his head and he was all dressed now, except his
shoes. "...I want a donut."

"A donut?" I rolled my eyes.

"And you need to get dressed," Mark grinned at me. "Chris is in Derek
and Elsa's room, remember?"

"You think they're teaching him German?" I giggled.

"More like teaching him French," Mark picked up a big cream filled
donut and those were way too sweet for me.

"Heh," I opened a plastic bag which was serving as my closet and dug
out some new panties. "Chris could give lessons, believe me."

"Yeah, yeah," Mark gave me a cream-filled smile cause he knew exactly
what I was talking about. "I'm just saying the way Elsa looks at him,
she might want some lessons."

"And the way Derek looks at me?" I pulled up my panties, little white
bikini underwear with a little pink bow. "You're not getting jealous
are you?"

"Me?" Mark knew I was teasing him.

"Chris wouldn't do anything anyway," I laughed.

"But if he did?" Mark asked and he'd finished his donut quick, so he
was reaching for another.

"I'd want to watch, wouldn't you?" I was pulling on some new jeans,
which were actually old and super comfortable.

We'd gotten most of our new clothes from a place that sold used
clothes, like a thrift shop back home, except this place was called a
Vintage Clothier and they charged more than the stuff had cost new.
But it was so comfortable though! I swear; those jeans fit me like I'd
owned them for three years, even better than that, since I'd grown
about a foot taller since I was thirteen. These jeans never would have
fit me then, or the top I was putting on, which was a real pink angora
sweater that my Grandma might have worn in high school, and I figured
I'd just never take it off again. It was warm and soft and, I don't
know, like wearing a cloud, and the way my nipples rubbed the fabric
was insane! I'd given up on bras mostly since getting to the City.

"Oh yeah," Mark said with his mouth full. "I love watching."

"Yeah, right!" I laughed, but it was mostly true, Mark did like to
watch, but he was pretty big on the doing part too.

"What? You think I'd get jealous?" Mark asked, misunderstanding me.

"I don't know," I said. "Would you?"

"Hmmm..." Mark grinned and shook his head. "No, not really. I have to
love him, just like I love you, so..."

"Yeah," I giggled and really wished I had that much confidence.

Mark had always been like that and I'd always struggled to keep up
with him. It was a trust thing and I believed him. I wouldn't want to
be jealous and maybe I wouldn't even have a right to be, since I
didn't own my boyfriends, but we were changed now. I could feel it.
Maybe we did belong to each other and I thought this was something
we'd have to talk about sometime. Mark and I had been pretty open
about stuff before, but people change. Relationships change and I
couldn't help being possessive, especially now that it was just us in
this strange city.

Still, seeing Chris with Elsa? Hmmm...That would be kinda hot,
especially if Derek was flirting with me the way he usually did and if
Mark was right there, watching...Oh!

Mark didn't say anything; he just ate donuts while I brushed my hair
and made myself pretty for him and Chris, which was a real pleasure.
I'd never had a lot of makeup and I didn't need it, except during a
pageant of course, but it was still pretty fun now that I could buy
whatever I wanted. I was experimenting, sort of, and once in awhile
I'd go a little overboard. Less was definitely more for me, I'd
figured that much out, and so a little lipstick and maybe a bit of
blush, a tiny bit of eye shadow, and...

"Are you done yet?" Mark had finished the donuts a few minutes ago and
he was trying to be patient.

"Sorry," I giggled. "How do I look?"

"Like you did ten minutes ago," Mark grinned at me.

"Heh!" I stuck my tongue out at him. I knew I looked pretty great,
even if he wouldn't say so. "Don't forget the room key."


cont>>>>>

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